Hinata was bound to a wheelchair for at least a week or until told otherwise. She had to eat a specific amount within guidelines to build her weight back to normal. Though from what she could tell, at least from what she had weighed three years ago, she wasn't far off from her normal average. The diet was more about her vitamin-starved body while she was fed with a tube and a needle.
Sasuke was going to need to help her do everything. Her equilibrium was off. She was physically weak and would be easily dizzy, so she couldn't stand without falling over. Nausea and confusion were going to be around for a while due to the concussion. It explained why she was having trouble processing what Sasuke told her.
Hinata hoped he understood she wasn't just dumb. Well, he must not have thought that. He did marry her.
Hinata found that she hadn't physically changed that much. She was already post-puberty when she was 19, so the only different thing was an older look to her face, extra length to her hair, and a few small scars she didn't recognize.
She sat in the wheelchair with her hands folded in her lap, trying to list questions in the right order to ask in her head, but she kept losing it. Sasuke pushed her to the old Uchiha district. He seemed to be taking a long way round. There must have been something wrong with the shorter cut through the village, but she wasn't going to ask.
There were few houses in the Uchiha district that was original. There were houses in their place that were not Uchiha styled among the older buildings. "What happened...?"
"It was destroyed in an attack. It was rebuilt, and people live here now." Sasuke explained over her shoulder.
"That's... interesting." They passed the newer section of the village. He headed to the far corner of the district to a house that looked nothing like the others in style or structure.
"This is ours," Sasuke noted.
There was a well-taken-care-of fence around a green yard, and she could see the edge of a garden behind it. It was one floor, it looked both traditional and modern. He opened the gate and rolled her down the walkway, easily lifting the chair up onto the porch. She was too interested in her surroundings to ask questions.
Sasuke opened the door and let her in, lifting the chair up over the small landing where the shoes went before taking off his.
Hinata took in the first room. It was open, and though the sun was setting, it would get lots of light most of the day. The kitchen and living room were separated by an island counter that had chairs tucked in. There was a traditional low table in the living room but also a set of modern seating. She had never had a couch before.
She felt him standing behind her, just watching her as she took it in. She frowned, taking another gaze over everything. It was her dream home. Not too big, open and airy, a garden in the back, and he had built it for her. She didn't even know why or when she had told him. She felt tears rise again.
Sasuke wheeled her down the hall that was central to the room. It was short and had three doors. "This is our room." He opened the door to the right. "That's the bathroom." He pointed to the door at the end of the hall. "And that is the extra bedroom." He pointed to the room across the hall from their room as he backed her chair into the room. "I'll take out a futon and sleep in there."
Hinata turned in the chair quickly, too quickly. "That's not necessary." She told him as her vision blurred with dizziness. He stared at her in confusion. "I'm not taking your bed because I can't remember."
Sasuke sighed. "You can't stop me." He countered, not maliciously, more just pointing it out. It nearly sounded like he was making a joke, but his face was solemn.
